Jan. 2nd, 2014

Jan. 2nd, 2014

personally i don’t understand any animosity between hufflepuffs and slytherins because they both share the trait of being unconditionally loyal to their friends. just so happens that the former will stay up all night helping their friends study for an exam and the latter will procure their friends a copy of the answers

this is my suicide dressshe told himI only wear it on dayswhen I’m afraidI might kill myselfif I don’t wear ityou’ve been wearing itevery day since we met he saidand these are my arson glovesso you don’t set fire to something?he askedexactlyand this is my terrorism lipstickmy assault and battery eyelinermy armed robbery bootsI’d like to undress you he saidbut would that make me an accomplice?and today she said I’m wearingmy infidelity underwearso don’t get any ideasand she put on her nervous breakdown hatand walked out the door

Jamie, fyi - I haven’t had a chance to go through my queue yet, somaybe blacklist bisexuality: it exists! for right now? I’m not sure ifI have any pan-hostile things in there, but just in case. I generallyqueue things up quite quickly using x-kit, and don’t always bother tocut commentary I disagree with if I don’t find it too grating.

Is this meant to be a tag for blacklisting to avoid pansexuality vsbisexuality ickiness? How about just “pansexuality vs bisexuality”?

well, I guess that would work, but it’s awfully boring and doesn’t fitwith my other tags, which makes me sad. I’d be using it on postscalling out biphobia in the pansexual community, not any posts talkingabout the relationships between pan and bi identities.

I have to find a good tag! one that works and is not offensive orhurtful and is also clever and witty and sounds good. it is possible,I am sure! I just. don’t know what it is yet.

It is believed that the onion originally came from India. In Egypt it was an object of worship—why I haven’t been able to find out. From Egypt the onion entered Greece and on to Italy, thence into all of Europe.—Better Living Cookbook

When I think how far the onion has traveledjust to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praiseall small forgotten miracles,crackly paper peeling on the drainboard,pearly layers in smooth agreement,the way knife enters onionand onion falls apart on the chopping block,a history revealed.And I would never scold the onionfor causing tears.It is right that tears fallfor something small and forgotten.How at meal, we sit to eat,commenting on texture of meat or herbal aromabut never on the translucence of onion,now limp, now divided,or its traditionally honorable career:For the sake of others,disappear.